Somewhere, a child lies alone.
Somewhere, beyond where the eye sees
Past where the ear hears
Farther than the hand feels
A child lies alone.
He is behind that hill, sleeping in grass too tall to look through.
He is under that bridge, deep in the forever running water.
He is hidden in that cave, surrounded by darkness no light could penetrate.
He is around that valley, under a willow tree counting leaves.
He is down that road, a mirage in the summer´s heat.
He is right in front of you, and yet you look through him.
So he lies down, letting you pass over him.